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[thinkoutsidethebox]

Captcha is the eternal enemy.

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[thinkoutsidethebox]

Is that all?

[rusemaster]

[shrug...]

There's a lot of 'em where I was born. Nothin' that interesting.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Is that so...? Well, I'd say that the fact that you have a tattoo referencing it makes it interesting enough.

[rusemaster]

No, no. If y'build up too much of a mystery in your head, you'll be disappointed.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Hm. Then, did you just want to match?

[rusemaster]

Think of it like a fancy signature.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Very well.

[rusemaster]

[twirls the pen in her hand]

Any other requests? I could always get more creative—draw a picture, write a poem...

[thinkoutsidethebox]

This should be sufficient. How about you? Interested in any new tattoos? Piercings? Brands?

[rusemaster]

Oh, I dunno, I'm already a little tight on space...

[thinkoutsidethebox]

I'm sure we could find somewhere.

[rusemaster]

Haha. Well, I don't have any burning desire, unless you had somethin' in mind.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Nothing in particular, but it would be a shame if I didn't mark you in some way. Maybe something easier...? How about a bite?

[rusemaster]

Ah, sounds a little kinky...! Sure, let's go with that.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Very well. Then....

[she steps in close to her, pulling her collar open and away from her neck]

[rusemaster]

Eh, right here—?

[her eyes momentarily flick around when her collar comes open, exposing some bare skin, but most of that tension leaves after a fleeting moment and she doesn't otherwise try to pull away]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Is it too much to do in public?

[rusemaster]

Not really...

[though she seems at least partially distracted]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

I'll take your word for it, in that case...

[rusemaster]

[back to smiling as she gains back her rhythm]

Do as you like, master.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

I will.

[She leans in to press her mouth just at the edge of where her collar would hit. At first it's a soft kiss, but then she bites down—not a love bite, but vicious and close to drawing blood.

After a moment she eases off again though, sucking her skin against her teeth more gently.]

[rusemaster]

[Whether it's from the pain of the bite or the pleasure of the objective, she gasps very lightly at the bite, and can't hold back a small shiver with it. She doesn't move except to let her head tilt to the side ever so slightly, and to settle her hands near Erika's waist—digging a little with her nails, though it's rather light through the fabric of her dress.]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

[she lingers at that for a bit longer, working it enough to make a large bruise, before lifting her head with a pleased hum, though she doesn't move away]

That should do well enough...

[rusemaster]

[lets out a breathy laugh]

Feels like it was effective enough, anyway.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

That's good to hear.

[she runs her fingers lightly over the red mark, then tugs Nio's collar back up; it doesn't really cover it]